Aiden had made an excellent bargain with himself. He knew that he was going to give in and call Jordi again, and soon, but the last thing that he wanted was to look overly desperate or needy. So, when he found his thumb hovering over the 'call' button beneath Jordi's name on his phone, he turned the phone off and put it back in his pocket.
Two days was too soon. His arse hadn't even fully recovered from the last time, and when he had last seen his neck and shoulders in the mirror in one of his safe-houses there had still been far too many red markings there for his liking.
He decided then that he would wait for one whole week before calling Jordi and arranging another hook-up. Seven days should be easy enough to endure, while still being long enough between encounters for Aiden to be able to maintain some semblance of dignity.
For the remainder of the second day and the third he was pleased enough with his own plan that the desire to be with Jordi again didn't bother him too much. By the fourth day he was beginning to wonder if perhaps four days was long enough after all.
The fifth was pure torture. Aiden didn't know what exactly had caused him to be in such a lust-addled mood that day, but it seemed as though all he could think about was the other man. Before The Jordi Incident Aiden hadn't had sex with anyone for two years. It was almost as though actual sex with another actual person was enough to awaken some long-forgotten, annoyingly horny part of Aiden, and now that it had been awoken it was impossible to put it to rest once more.
It occurred to him on the evening of that fifth frightful day that it might be the fact that it was Jordi he was having sex with that had caused such a drastic change in his priorities. That thought however was horrifying, and so Aiden immediately banished it from his mind.
Instead he tried to occupy himself with his investigation into the human trafficking ring Lucky Quinn had been tied to. It had been a long, drawn-out affair, and took up enough of his attention that Aiden was mostly able to distract himself. Mostly.
The sixth day was nearly as bad as the fifth. Just one more day, Aiden told himself. You can call Jordi up tomorrow night and see if he wants to fuck again. The possibility that Jordi might not be interested, or might be too busy to see Aiden was not one that Aiden wanted to consider.
Aiden had almost made it to the seventh day. The final night would be easy. He had, despite the odds, managed to retain at least some of his dignity.
And so of course it was during that sixth evening, when Aiden had already been feeling pretty proud of himself, that Jordi rang him.
Aiden cursed as soon as he saw Jordi's name appear on his phone.
"Jordi," he practically snapped as he answered.
"Hey Pearce," Jordi said, his voice dripping with honey. "You free?"
"Why?" Aiden asked. "What's the job?"
"No job," Jordi said, following up the revelation with one of his familiar chuckles. "At least, not for you. I just wanted to know if you were interested in well… spending a little quality time together."
Aiden felt his throat go dry and his cock stirring to life inside his jeans.
"Maybe," Aiden replied. There was no work that urgently needed his attention. He could spend a few hours, or even a whole night with Jordi if Jordi wanted to.
"Maybe…" Jordi said, drawing out the word as though tasting it. "Is that Aiden Pearce speak for 'no', 'let me check my fucking desk calendar to see if I have any free time' or 'take me right now Jordi Chin, you undeniable sex god.'"
It if was any then it was the third, but Aiden wasn't about to admit that. For a moment he considered hanging up on Jordi, but considering how annoyed Jordi had been the last time, Aiden wasn't all that sure that Jordi would call him back, or even pick up the phone if Aiden called him again.
"It means maybe," Aiden snapped. "Maybe a yes. I don't know. Convince me."
"Convince you?" Jordi said, the pleased tone in his voice making it sound as though he relished the potential challenge. "All right. Well, how's this for convincing. If everything goes according to plan then you'll get to spend a significant portion of the evening with my dick up your ass."
Aiden hung up.
"Oh come on," Jordi complained. "You really need to learn to relax a little more and take a fucking joke Pearce. Unless of course that last comment got you a little too hot and bothered and you had to take care of business immediately? Can't blame you there. I have that effect on a lot of people."
Aiden rolled his eyes.
"You could try being less of an ass," he suggested.
Jordi just continued on as though he had paid no attention at all to what Aiden had said.
"So, as I was saying. Nothing about dicks in asses this time. I happen to know a place where we could… hmm… You know, I don't think I want to spoil the surprise, but, all messing around aside, this is totally just an elaborate booty call. I have located a particularly interesting venue in which the two of us could fuck. That's pretty much it. You up for it?"
Aiden considered it for a moment. Despite the other man's complete lack of anything approaching tact or subtlety, there was no way he wasn't going to agree to sleep with Jordi again.
"I reserve the right to suggest we move the er… fucking, to a different location if I don't like the place you've picked," he told Jordi.
After all, there was absolutely no guarantee that Jordi's idea of an interesting place to fuck wouldn't be in a slaughterhouse.
"Deal," Jordi agreed.
The location Jordi had mentioned ended up being someone's private vault.
"What the fuck?" Aiden just muttered when the other man had finished explaining.
"Pretty cool, right?" Jordi said, seemingly ignoring the fact that Aiden's head was now buried in his hands.
Jordi had been contracted to take out a man by the name of Brian Petersen. Petersen happened to have transformed part of his house into a vault for the storage and display of a particularly large and valuable collection of baseball cards. Jordi had managed to obtain access to the vault in the course of completing the contract, and still happened to have the access card.
"So what I'm thinking," Jordi had said, "is we go into that vault of his, fuck the place up and then fuck on top of his nearly priceless collection of shitty baseball memorabilia."
It was reckless and stupid and such a Jordi idea. It was appealing in a strange sort of way though, and not only because, vault or no vault, Jordi's plan still involved Aiden having sex with Jordi.
"Come on Aiden," Jordi continued. "What do you say, huh? How often do you get a chance to fuck on top of a near priceless anything?"
Jordi had a point, although Aiden still wasn't sure if the baseball cards made the idea more appealing or less. He suddenly had a mental image of cards getting stuck in places they definitely shouldn't go.
"You killed this guy yesterday, right?"
"Right. Early last night."
"The body will have been found by now. The place will be cordoned off as a crime scene and surrounded by cops."
After all, Jordi's typical methods of taking someone out weren't exactly quite or subtle.
Jordi scoffed at that.
"I garroted the asshole," he told Aiden. "Suburbia is not exactly an ideal place for a sniper rifle."
"Yeah," Aiden replied. "That's what I was thinking."
"Every fucking housewife and her yappy Pomeranian within a three block radius would have heard that sucker go off. I'm not fucking stupid Pearce. And yes, before you ask me, the man lived alone. Trust me. No-one knows that guy is dead yet except for you, me and my client."
Aiden was still far from convinced that the idea was a good one.
"Come on Pearce," Jordi said, pretty much as close to pleading with Aiden as he ever got. "Live a little."
And then, when that didn't work, he just leaned forward on the steering wheel of his car, a shitty family wagon that probably wasn't worth half as much as the suit that he was wearing, and smiled at Aiden, his eyes twinkling in a way that promised trouble for someone; probably Aiden.
"I'll suck your cock," Jordi offered.
When Jordi had described the house and the vault Aiden had been expecting a rather large and more impressive residence; something perhaps a little closer to a mansion and less like the single-story, relatively normal house that Jordi lead him towards.
The house showed no signs of being any different to any of the others in the street. The gardens were perhaps a little more well-maintained and the car in the driveway was a little more valuable, but other than that it could have belonged to anyone. It was the middle of the night when he and Jordi strode through the front door, and the street was just as quiet and peaceful as any in this perfect little piece of suburbia.
Aiden's opinion wasn't really changed when the two of them stepped into the house either, at least until he passed the living room and spotted the corpse lying in the center of the room, sprawled on the carpet, his blank gaze staring over at Jordi and Aiden as they passed.
"What did he do to get a hit called on him?" Aiden asked.
"Don't know, don't care," Jordi quickly replied. "Although secretly I'm kind of hoping that my client was just after his card collection. Picturing him walking into that vault after the mess we make in there…"
"Bullshit," Aiden interrupted. "I know you better than that Jordi. You always research your targets before accepting a job."
Jordi sighed loudly in response to that.
"All right," he said, turning around to face Aiden. "You fucking got me Pearce. Asshole was connected to the local slave trading operation. He'd offer lifts to girls when they were, you know, drunk or doing the walk of shame or whatever; vulnerable, you know? Apparently one of the girls he picked up was my client's daughter. Let me tell you Pearce; it took a lot of digging to uncover that much."
Aiden was stunned. He had suspected Jordi was remaining quiet about his client and the job because Aiden wouldn't approve of something about it. If anything it was the opposite. It seemed more likely that Jordi had stayed quiet because it was an unusually empathetic and just contract for Jordi to take; the sort of thing that Aiden would not only approve of but might be inclined to help with himself.
"How much did you charge for the job?" Aiden asked, wondering if Jordi might be going a little soft.
"The usual," Jordi immediately said. "Guy's daughter might be missing, but he's still filthy fucking rich. Quinn's idiots probably could have made more money ransoming her."
"What's her name?" Aiden asked.
"What the fuck do you care?"
"I've been following up on that human trafficking ring over the last few weeks," Aiden explained. "I might be able to find this woman if I have a name."
"I don't fucking know. Raquel? Ramira? Something like that. Began with an R at least. Vasquez."
"Right," Aiden said, making a note in his phone.
"You are such a fucking bleeding heart Pearce," Jordi said, shaking his head. "Now, you want to see this vault or what?"
What would have probably been a couple of secondary bedrooms or storage space in any other suburban house had been renovated and walled off. Behind a wide glass door Aiden could see inside to a large, stark room that flickered into life as soon as Jordi turned on a nearby light-switch. Unlike the rest of the house, which seemed relatively cozy and a little bit cluttered, the vault's floor and roof were covered in pristine white tiles and the walls were painted with spotless grey paint. Here and there display cases showed off the prized items of the dead man's collection, while a bookcase holding several dozen folders seemed to house the rest.
Jordi scanned the access card he had stolen and the door opened with a tinny 'beep'.
The system was old. Aiden probably could have hacked the door open with ease. Jordi's way was infinitely easier though, and so Aiden instead turned his attention towards the ceiling, where a pair of security cameras slowly rotated backwards and forwards around the room. Aiden shut them off quickly. Even disregarding the illegality of his and Jordi's presence in the dead man's house, he really didn't want anyone watching them while the two of them fucked.
Jordi strode right over to the bookcase in the center of the room, picked up one of the folders seemingly at random and began to flick through it. He then tossed it over his shoulder without looking, the folder flying over Aiden's shoulder and narrowly missing his head.
It hit the glass behind Aiden, who flinched, half-expecting the glass to shatter.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked Jordi as the fixer picked up another one of the folders.
"Trashing the place," Jordi replied simply. "Rather than just standing there looking like a fucking goldfish with your mouth hanging open, you might consider joining in."
"I thought we were going to have sex?" Aiden pressed, watching as Jordi half-heartedly shook out a few dozen cards from one of the folders. He wondered if this was another round of 'Jordi makes Aiden humiliate himself before any sex actually happens.' He hoped that it wasn't.
"Well yeah." Jordi replied. "Of course, but I told you we were going to fuck this place up first."
"Why are we doing this?" Aiden asked as he approached the nearest display cabinet.
"Well, we can't exactly fuck on top of this guy's collection if they're all still in folders and stuff, right?"
"Jesus Christ Jordi…"
"What are you so worried about? The guy was an ass. I thought you'd enjoy messing this place up, so come on, get to messing it up already."
Aiden rolled his eyes and grabbed the item closest to him; a single signed card that had been placed in an elaborate frame all by itself. He threw it over his shoulder, heard it 'thunk' against the tiled wall, and then heard the much more satisfying sound of cracking glass as it fell to the ground.
"There you go," Jordi practically purred.
He sauntered over to Aiden, holding another one of the folders in his hands as he did.
"Couldn't help but notice," Jordi said as he handed the folder to Aiden, "that you've got a fair bit of pent up rage in there Pearce. Might as well take it out on the dead asshole's collection, hmm?"
He grinned at Aiden, and Aiden couldn't help but wonder whether Jordi had just revealed the true reason why he had chosen this place for their hook-up above all others. It was a surprisingly thoughtful gesture. Aiden wished that it wasn't.
Aiden sighed and tore one of the plastic sleeves from the folder. It gave way a lot easier than Aiden had anticipated. Jordi stood nearby, watching Aiden closely as he worked, the fixer looking as though he was enjoying watching Aiden ruin the card collection as much as he was going to enjoy the sex that they were eventually going to have.
Aiden tore out another sleeve and shook the cards out onto the floor. There was something strangely therapeutic about watching the old pieces of card falling onto the floor. Several baseball players, probably all long dead judging by the art style, lay there on the floor, staring up at him accusingly. Aiden stomped his boot down on top of one of them and ground it into the floor.
Jordi let out an appreciative groan as he watched Aiden.
"That's more like it," he said, sending a smile in Aiden's direction.
Aiden didn't get any further before Jordi was on top of him, pressing Aiden up against the nearest wall and kissing him senseless. Aiden was stunned, at least at first, but then he began to relax, kissing back as Jordi held him pinned in place against the wall.
Aiden reached for Jordi's belt, giving it a gentle tug, but he wasn't able to do any more than that before Jordi was pulling back from the kiss. Jordi grinned widely at Aiden, licked his own lips and then leaned in, tongue darting out to lap over Aiden's for just a second.
Aiden felt himself flush, and continued to pull on Jordi's belt, preparing himself for the next inevitable kiss, and for the blissful assault of Jordi's hands on his body, sure that any moment now they would begin to devolve into the same lust-riddled haze that had seemed to grab them both the last time they had been alone together.
Aiden wasn't afraid of losing himself this time. In fact he was looking forward to it. He was already half-hard and could barely stop himself from pressing up against Jordi and demanding more.
Jordi continued to pull back however, and Aiden reluctantly let his hold on the other man's belt go. Jordi leaned down to pick up one of the fallen cards, grabbing it between two fingers and then holding it up like a trophy.
"Look at this asshole," Jordi said. "Who the fuck is he? Why the fuck did Petersen give a shit? The art on these things isn't even that good."
Aiden stared at the card Jordi was holding, and realized it was the one that he had stomped on earlier. He shrugged, and privately wished that Jordi would ditch the card and return to Aiden so that they could continue kissing.
"Jordi…" Aiden groaned.
The fixer didn't seem to get the message however. Jordi strode back over to the rack of cards and continued his systematic destruction of the vault, proving what Aiden had assumed was the beginning of the sex Jordi had promised to actually be no more than a single kiss.
"Jordi!" Aiden tried again.
"What?" Jordi asked, this time at least glancing back over his shoulder while in the middle of sending a torrent of cards falling to the floor.
Aiden strode right over to the other man and pressed his lips against Jordi's, the kiss even more ferocious and demanding than the one that Jordi had initiated. Aiden grabbed Jordi's jacket by the lapels and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
Jordi let out a pleased-sounding moan and began to kiss back with fervor. His arms wrapped around Aiden's waist and pulled their lower bodies flush against one another. Aiden could feel the other man's erection pressing against his own, and ground his hips against it, desperate for friction.
Jordi let out a gasp as he pulled back from the kiss.
"Easy there Pearce," he whispered through a wide grin. His hands held on to Aiden's rear tightly, as though he was trying to still Aiden's thrusting, but all that it took was one particularly low, slow thrust from Aiden, and Aiden taking Jordi's lower lip between both of his own, and then Jordi was pulling him closer, pressing their still-clothed cocks harder together.
"Fuck…" Aiden muttered as he let his head fall against Jordi's shoulder.
"Too many clothes?" Jordi suggested.
"Too many," Aiden agreed, and then their hands were everywhere, pulling at buttons and belts, hands desperately trying to get at the skin beneath.
They had both lost their jackets, Jordi's chest was bare and his fly open enough to free his now fully erect cock, and Aiden's pants and underwear were caught somewhere around his knees, when an alarm on Aiden's phone went off.
He wanted to ignore it, and judging by the fact that Jordi gently slapped Aiden's hand away when he went to check the phone, so did the fixer, but Aiden knew that there were only a few different reasons why that particular alarm would sound, and none of them were good.
"This is… fuck, Jordi…" Aiden moaned as Jordi mouthed at Aiden's collarbone and did his best to distract the hacker. "This is really… important…"
He checked his phone's screen, and all temptation to ignore the alert and just allow Jordi to continue what he was doing quickly fled his mind.
"Shit…" Aiden cursed as he stared at the information on his phone screen.
"Seriously Pearce, what the fuck is...?"
They both fell immediately silent as the sound of someone knocking loudly on the house's front door reached their ears.
"Hello, Mister Petersen!" someone called out. "This is Kevin Carlton. I'm with Umeni Security Company. Are you all right in there?"
"Shit, shit, shit…" Aiden cursed.
It was exactly what the alert on his phone had been trying to warn him about. Security professionals were in the area and closing in. Aiden should have known that they would have come to check the place out. After all, Aiden had shut the cameras off, and while that would usually be the smart thing for him to do when infiltrating a place, there was a big difference between shutting off a security camera for a few seconds while he sneaked past and shutting off an entire room for as long as he and Jordi had already spent in the vault.
"Mister Petersen!" the security guard called out again. "Sir, sorry to disturb you at this time of the morning, but you weren't answering your phone. The security cameras in your vault seem to be down, so I'm here to check them out."
The guard fell silent for a moment. Jordi reached down into his jacket and pulled out a small but very sharp-looking knife from somewhere inside. Aiden frantically gestured for the other man to put it away.
"Just stay quiet and he'll leave on his own," Aiden hissed at Jordi.
Jordi rolled his eyes and kept the knife in his hand.
"Mister Petersen!" the security guard called out again, and this time his voice was accompanied by a rapid thumping on the door. "Sir, I just accessed our records and our systems show that someone accessed your private vault approximately twenty minutes ago and there is no record of anyone leaving. Sir, I apologize for this if you are home and just unable to hear me, but I have reason to believe that something is very suspicious here, so I'm going to break down this door now."
"I'm fine!" Aiden called out, hoping that the guard had no idea what the owner of the house actually sounded like. "Everything's fine, but er…"
Jordi frantically gestured at Aiden, and for a moment Aiden thought that Jordi was trying to help him come up with something to say, but when Jordi made a motion that was undoubtedly supposed to resemble slitting someone's throat open, Aiden realized that he was still trying to convince Aiden that they should just kill the guard and be done with it.
"I'm naked!" Aiden called out. "Please er… give me a moment to get dressed."
"Yeah sure," Jordi whispered. "Maybe Petersen just needed a little bit of alone time with his cards. You think he did ever jack off in here? He had to, right?"
"Jordi!" Aiden hissed.
Aiden had assumed that the guard would need to break down the front door to get to them, and that they would at least have a few seconds to straighten themselves out and hide, but fortune was not so kind. Aiden cursed beneath his breath as he heard the sound of a key turning in the lock of the front door.
"The dead body," Aiden whispered frantically to Jordi. "If he sees that he'll radio for help."
"All right sir," the guard called out from near the front door. "I'm just going to wait here while you er… you know, while you get cleaned up and stuff, but I really am going to need to have a look at those cameras. Shouldn't… be… too…"
Aiden and Jordi had only just pulled apart and Aiden hadn't even had time to pull his pants back up when the guard found the body.
"Shit!" Aiden cursed, fumbling with his phone and just managing to overload the security guard's radio and phone in time to stop him from calling for help.
"What the hell!" the guard cried out.
After only a second more the security guard had turned the corner. There wasn't really anywhere to hide in the vault. Jordi's preference for light coloured clothing and his current lack of a shirt meant that he was able to duck behind one of the shelves and fade into the background with relative ease, but Aiden had been left standing there, right in the middle of the vault with his dick hanging out.
The only thing that stood between him and the security guard was the vault's glass door and wall. They were probably bulletproof considering how much Petersen had seemed to value the contents inside, but that did not stop the security guard from pulling his gun on Aiden, and 'probably bulletproof' was not enough of a reassurance to stop Aiden from immediately lifting his hands over his head in response.
"Don't… oh god…" the security guard cursed, Aiden's rather obvious erection meaning that the guard was apparently having a hard time looking straight at him while he talked. "Don't move, you… what the fuck…"
The security guard reached out and tapped some sort of dongle against the vault's card reader, which beeped in reply and immediately opened the door for him. He made his way into the vault, his gun still pointed straight at Aiden.
Aiden stayed perfectly still, and no matter how much he might have been tempted to check on Jordi, he made sure that he did not glance at the other man and give away his hiding place. He would just have to trust that the fixer would get him out of this one. It wasn't as though this was the first time they had been in a situation like this, although it was certainly the first time that Aiden's dick had been hanging out during it.
"Don't move," the security guard repeated, his eyes darting around nervously, as though he was sure that Aiden was going to attack him at any second.
"I'm not moving," Aiden assured him, the sound of his voice alone enough to make the security guard jump. "Listen, I'm Petersen, right? I told you I was… occupied."
The security guard glanced down at Aiden's cock, which was still half-hard and then glanced away just as quickly, grimacing as he did.
"I don't care what the fuck this is, or what you were doing in here," the guard said, pointedly looking Aiden right in the eye and not any lower, "but there is a dead man back in that living room, so you have a lot of explaining to do, and you need to do it right now."
While the security guard's attention was locked firmly on Aiden, Jordi snuck out from his hiding place, approached the guard from behind and slit the other man's neck in a move so quick and clean that the security guard didn't even have time to cry out.
Blood sprayed everywhere. Aiden took a step back, but wasn't quick enough to avoid the small amount of splatter that fell on the white sleeve of his shirt.
The security guard fell to the ground, gasping and choking, the gun in his hand falling to the floor as he scrabbled frantically at the freshly opened gash in his neck.
He thrashed around for a second or so and then immediately fell silent and still. There was blood all over the place now, drenching some of the cards that had been knocked to the ground and staining the shards of glass that lay alongside them.
"Now where were we?" Jordi asked, right before his arms wrapped around Aiden's waist and pulled him close. The other man attached his mouth to Aiden's neck and began to suck and lick and one of his hands snuck inside Aiden's half-unbuttoned shirt to run over the skin beneath.
Aiden screwed his nose up in distaste.
"There's a dead body in here," he said, staring pointedly at the remains of the guard. His blood had splattered all over the floor and wall, the red a stark contrast on the spotless grey walls. It reminded him a little of Jordi himself actually; of the red shirt and pale grey suit that he was partially wearing right at that moment. Red blood on pale grey; this room matched Jordi's aesthetic perfectly now.
"What?" Jordi said, gesturing and smiling at Aiden and barely even glancing at the corpse. "It's not like he's going to be watching us."
Aiden rolled his eyes at the other man.
"Fine," Jordi replied, stepping back and folding his arms in front of his chest. "All right. No fucking right next to other people's corpses. Got it."
Jordi's response was to grab the guard by his arms and begin to drag the other man's body towards the door.
"Jesus Christ Aiden," he continued to speak as he worked. "You're so vanilla."
Aiden frowned at the fixer. Being caught out like that had been humiliating, and his erection had died completely with the death of the security guard, but he was still a little frustrated. He had come here with Jordi to have sex damn it, and none of this was going as Aiden had anticipated it would.
"I'm not even wearing gloves," Jordi complained as he continued to work. "My fingerprints are going to be all over this god damned body."
"We've got bigger problems than that," Aiden commented as he followed Jordi. "Umeni is going to know something isn't right when that guard doesn't report back. We probably don't have much time."
Jordi had managed to drag the body all the way to the living room now, leaving a long, thick trail of blood throughout the house as he did.
"You suggesting we shouldn't fuck after all?" he asked Aiden as he dragged the security guard to rest alongside the body of the house's dead owner.
"No," Aiden snapped. "I'm suggesting we need to be quick about it."
"Ohhhh," Jordi said. "Is someone getting impatient?"
He grinned at Aiden, and the hacker couldn't help but feel as though Jordi was somehow teasing him. It wasn't going to work though.
"Yes," he replied, folding his hands in front of his chest. "I am."
Jordi stood back up to his full height and grinned at Aiden as he stretched his arms a little.
"Well then," the fixer practically purred at Aiden. "We should probably get back to that vault."
"Yes," Aiden said, turning his back on Jordi and already making his way back to the other room. "We should."
He didn't turn around to check, but he could hear Jordi practically running after him. The vault door was still unlocked, and if it wasn't for the fact that he and Jordi now had a limited amount of time in which to enjoy themselves, Aiden might have been tempted to lock it behind him and see how Jordi composed himself when Aiden messed with him rather than the other way around.
Aiden knew that he wouldn't have been able to hold out for long though. Despite the blood and glass on the floor, both of which Aiden sidestepped in order to get to a relatively safe and clear part of the room, he found himself growing hard again just from the anticipation.
Jordi entered the room right behind Aiden, and, while Aiden still had his back turned to the other man, wrapped his arms around Aiden's waist and pulled him close. Jordi's lips descended on Aiden's shoulder once more, the other man mouthing and biting at the skin there and making pleased little noises in the back of his throat as he did. When Jordi pulled Aiden closer he could tell that the fixer's erection hadn't really flagged at all.
In all the chaos of the security guard's interruption Aiden had not managed much more than to pull up his pants. With a single tug from Jordi they were back down, leaving Aiden's rear exposed and letting him feel Jordi's hard and still-clothed cock sliding over his crack as the fixer began to slowly rut against him.
Aiden groaned and whimpered, and despite how quickly Jordi's actions were turning him on, he managed to retain enough self-control to pull away from Jordi's arms, at least enough that he could turn around and face the fixer.
"If I remember things correctly," he gasped, looking Jordi right in the eyes and refusing to look away, "you promised me something."
Jordi looked confused for a moment and then he laughed, showing two almost perfect rows of sharp white teeth as he did.
"Of course," he then purred, leaning in to playfully nip at Aiden's earlobe before pulling back again and grinning widely at him. "I did, didn't I?"
His hands immediately dropped down. Another quick tug at Aiden's pants had them falling all the way down to pool around Aiden's ankles. Jordi's hands then both wrapped around Aiden's cock, a few quick tugs and caresses soon making Aiden rock hard. Jordi's hands tugged at Aiden's length, caressed his tip, and moved down to fondle Aiden's balls. At the same time Jordi leaned forward, his lips attaching to Aiden's shoulder once more.
After only a moment Jordi's mouth began to travel downwards, his lips tracing a trail over Aiden's shoulder and chest, where he paused to press a kiss to each of Aiden's nipples, giving a playful nip to the one on the left before moving on. His kisses continued to move down, over Aiden's stomach and belly button, and then travelling slower, each kiss lingering on the skin for a fraction longer than the last, until at last Jordi pulled back.
Aiden stared at the other man, feeling his knees grow weak just at the sight of Jordi kneeling before him. Jordi looked up at Aiden and as their eyes met he licked his lips. Aiden grabbed the display counter behind him, in an attempt to stabilize himself and stop his legs from giving out.
His breath hitched as Jordi planted a kiss to the side of Aiden's erection. The other man's lips lingered, sucking on a seemingly random patch of Aiden's cock as though he found it delicious. After a moment he pulled back again, licked his lips and then licked the entire length of Aiden's cock from base to tip in one long, fluid motion that pulled a moan from Aiden's throat.
His hips bucked a couple of times, the small, shallow thrusts earning him nothing but another pleased grin from Jordi.
"Whoa, ease up there Pearce," Jordi said as, still smiling, he grabbed Aiden's hips and held him in place, pinned against the display cabinet. "The show's just getting started."
Aiden whimpered. God, he was already so hard, and so desperate for Jordi's mouth on him. When had he turned into this mess? He wasn't sure that he had ever felt like this before with any of his other partners. He certainly hadn't with Damien. There was something about Jordi that meant he couldn't help but turn into a weak-willed, lust-crazed idiot whenever the two of them were together like this.
All complaints swiftly fled Aiden's mind as Jordi's lips wrapped around the end of Aiden's cock. Aiden screamed, his hands scrabbling for better hold on the cabinet as his legs threatened to give out underneath him.
Jordi was wasting no time, taking Aiden's entire length in his mouth and deep-throating him right from the word go. Aiden whimpered and wriggled, trying to thrust into Jordi's mouth despite the hands that kept him in place.
"Jordi," he found himself pleading. "Jordi… fuck… please… Jordi…"
Jordi bobbed his head, Aiden's cock sliding effortlessly in and out of his throat, the pleasure so sudden and so perfect that Aiden knew he wouldn't even last two minutes if the other man kept it up.
Jordi only lasted a few more seconds before he was pulling off Aiden's cock completely, gasping and then grinning up at Aiden as though he knew exactly what he was doing to Aiden and was incredibly proud of it.
Aiden whimpered again and then, embarrassed at the noises he didn't seem to be able to stop making, he bit down on his bottom lip. Jordi's lips came to wrap around the head of Aiden's cock again and he began sucking with all his might. Only the pressure and slight pain of Aiden's teeth digging into his lower lip stopped him from letting out another embarrassingly loud cry.
Jordi sucked for another couple of seconds before pulling off Aiden's cock.
"Come on Pearce," Jordi said, nuzzling against Aiden's cock. He then paused for just a moment to plant a kiss to the side of the erection. "Let go. You know I want to hear you scream."
Aiden tried to suppress the whimper that emerged from him then. He failed, and the end result sounded more like a sob than anything else.
Jordi smiled up at him again and then went back to sucking on the tip of Aiden's cock. Aiden stopped biting his lip, and was therefore unable to stop the whimpers and moans that immediately began to emerge from his throat.
Aiden's sounds prompted a pleased moan from Jordi in response, the vibrations from it travelling all the way up Aiden's cock.
"Oh god," Aiden gasped. "God, Jordi… I can't…"
He chanced letting go of the display cabinet with one hand and reached out to thread it through Jordi's hair. Part of him longed to hold Jordi in place, to fuck the other man's throat until he was spent, but he was able to keep that instinct back far more successfully than he could his moans. Instead his hand tangled in the other man's long, soft hair, gently trying to urge Jordi to take more of him into his mouth.
He was getting close again, but he knew that it wasn't enough.
And then Jordi took all of Aiden into his mouth again, swallowing him deeply in one smooth move that turned Aiden's gentle whimpers and pleads into a scream.
Jordi bobbed his head again, deep-throating Aiden once more. It was so good that Aiden thought he might go insane from the pleasure. A few more bobs of Jordi's head and Aiden was coming with a scream and Jordi was swallowing it… oh god he was taking it all straight down his throat, and Aiden did almost collapse back against the display cabinet but Jordi's hands on his hips kept him in place.
Aiden found himself staring at Jordi as he tried to recover from his orgasm. The other man kept Aiden in his mouth and throat until he was absolutely sure Aiden had finished, and then pulled off with a gasp and a shudder.
Jordi smiled up at Aiden and then got to his feet. The sudden lack of Jordi's hands on his hips left Aiden feeling unsure and unstable, and he stumbled a little before he was able to regain his balance.
"Just a moment," Jordi said, his voice sounding a little broken, undoubtedly because of what he had just subjected his throat to. "I'll be back. Gotta… gotta get some water."
Aiden was surprised that was all the other man thought he needed. He had fully expected Jordi to spit Aiden out afterwards. Frankly he would have been happy with a mediocre blow job, but instead he had just received the best head of his life. How the hell was Jordi so damn good at it? How much practice had he had?
Aiden just stood there, leaning against the display cabinet and thinking until Jordi returned. Aiden found himself staring at the other man, fascinated by every inch of him. Jordi was still smiling like a triumphant conqueror, and when Aiden's eyes drifted to the other man's crotch he couldn't help but notice the erection that was still quite obviously tenting Jordi's pants.
"Hey Pearce," Jordi grinned. "You going to turn around for me babe?"
Aiden kicked off his pants and underwear, which were still pooling around his feet, and had barely started to turn around when suddenly Jordi was all over him, his hands grabbing Aiden's hips again and pressing him against the display cabinet. Aiden's arms and bare chest came in contact with far too much of the glass, the cold of it almost too much against his flushed and overly-sensitive skin. He could feel the other man's still clothed erection pressing against his rear, and shuddered at the conflicting sensations.
Jordi leaned down to press kiss after kiss to Aiden's shoulders and back. Aiden's hands reached up to grab the edge of the display cabinet, and after a couple of seconds he heard the clinking of Jordi's belt buckle as the fixer started to remove his own pants.
Jordi's mouth stopped planting kisses on Aiden's back for just a moment as he pulled back to remove his own trousers. When he returned to Aiden it was Jordi's fully erect and now bare cock that pressed against the cleft of Aiden's rear. He thrust between Aiden's cheeks a few times and Aiden pressed back against him, trying to prompt Jordi into fucking him properly.
Jordi paused for a moment, Aiden whined, annoyed that Jordi had to stop for anything, and then a sweet, minty smell suddenly filled the vault.
Suddenly Aiden felt something cold and wet land on his hole and over his rear.
"Where the hell did you get that?" Aiden asked, for a moment afraid of whatever it was that Jordi might be using in place of lube. The smell of peppermint was not promising.
"Had it in my pocket this whole time," Jordi revealed. "I did come here with every intention of fucking you, remember?"
He rubbed the oil over Aiden's hole with two fingers before pressing them inside him. Aiden's skin and insides tingled where the oil made contact. It made every single brush of Jordi's fingers feel twice as intense as it would normally be, and had him writhing in no time at all.
"Holy shit," he gasped as Jordi started to stretch him. "What… what is that?"
"It's nice, right?" Jordi muttered as he removed his fingers and leaned over Aiden. He ran one of his fingers over Aiden's back, leaving a slick trail of slightly warmed lube behind him.
He then ducked down, pressing his lips to Aiden's back and kissing it where he had left the lube.
"Tastes nice too," he muttered, before pressing kiss after kiss all over Aiden's back, only some of the kisses landing where the peppermint lube had been.
Aiden couldn't help but realize that this time Jordi was completely naked. Somewhere in all the stretching and tingling Jordi had managed to remove all of his clothing. Aiden felt something warm and slick pressing against his entrance; something that was too thick to just be Jordi's fingers. He pressed back against the head of Jordi's cock, trying to get the other man to enter him already, his fingers gripping the edge of the glass cabinet tightly.
"You want me inside of you that badly Pearce?" Jordi asked.
"For god's sake," Aiden groaned, turning around just far enough for him to be able to glare at Jordi. "You already know that I do you asshole. Hurry up and fuck me already."
Jordi shook his head as he guided his cock inside Aiden.
"We really do need to work on your patience."
Aiden groaned and rolled his eyes and then groaned a lot louder and for a completely different, much more welcome reason as Jordi thrust inside Aiden's hole in one smooth, fast motion. Between the lube and the rather thorough stretching his fingers had given Aiden's hole, it was a rather easy, painless entrance. The lube was still warming Aiden's insides. Between that and the feeling of Jordi's cock stretching him he was soon completely hard once more.
Jordi pulled half of the way out of Aiden and then pushed back in slowly. It was glorious, everything that Aiden had been craving, and he found himself groaning as Jordi began another slow thrust.
Jordi's arms wrapped around Aiden's lower torso and pulled him close on the next thrust. The warmth of the other man's skin and the feeling of his weight pressing Aiden down against the glass was doing almost as much for Aiden as the feeling of Jordi's cock in his ass.
Jordi started to grow faster, fucking Aiden into the display case, and slowly but surely pulling him back, so that Aiden was forced to take more of Jordi's cock inside with every thrust. Jordi had already learned Aiden's body well enough that he knew exactly how to angle each thrust, and sure enough Aiden continued to groan in pleasure with each movement.
Eventually Aiden gave up his hold on the corner of the glass cabinet, and gave up all attempts he had previously been making to keep himself pushed up in place. He let himself collapse against the glass cabinet, the sudden coldness of the glass against his face and bare chest even more of a shock than it had been against his bare chest.
"Pearce?" Jordi muttered, slowly down his thrusts but not stopping them entirely. "You good?"
Aiden didn't know whether he wanted to say that yes, he was fine, or whether he wanted Jordi to stop for a moment so that Aiden could get more comfortable. One of Jordi's now slower and deeper thrusts hit right where Aiden would feel it the most while the hacker was still trying to make up his mind however, and so all that emerged from Aiden's throat was a long, pleasure-filled groan.
Jordi moved his arms a little, taking some of Aiden's weight; enough of his hips and torso at least that Jordi could continue thrusting in and out of Aiden, and enough to ensure that his own arms would not be pinned between Aiden's torso and the cabinet.
Aiden tucked his arms beneath his face and forced himself back up, just enough that his face wasn't rubbing against the glass with each thrust.
It occurred to him that Jordi was being unusually quiet. The only sounds that emerged from the fixer's throat were pleased sighs and small groans. Aiden supposed that they were nice sounds; certainly enough to help things along, but it was weird not hearing Jordi's usual taunts or demands. Aiden thought that he might even miss them.
He found himself staring down at the contents of the cabinet as Jordi continued to fuck him near senseless. There were only three cards inside, each of them placed on a raised, silk-cushioned dais, displayed almost as though they were beautiful pieces of jewelry, and not old, fading photographs or drawings of retired or dead baseball players.
Aiden found his eyes locking with those of the player on the central card. The style of art that had been used to immortalize this particular player was horribly outdated. Aiden supposed there was some talent behind the drawing, but that didn't stop him from hating it. Nor could any amount of talent possibly justify the ridiculous price that Brian Petersen had undoubtedly paid for what amounted to no more than a piece of old, slowly-fading card.
Jordi changed pace, his short, sharp thrusts stretching out into longer, deeper ones that had Aiden seeing stars and feeling every single inch of Jordi's length.
The picture on the card right beneath Aiden continued to stare up at him, almost accusingly. Aiden stared back at it, hating the card and the player it depicted with a passion.
Yes, he was letting Jordi Chin of all people fuck him against a glass cabinet in a dead stranger's house. Yes, that probably meant his sanity was questionable. That did not however mean that some long dead baseball player got to stare at him like that. Aiden knew that the card couldn't actually see shit, but it still felt like he was being watched; like the player with his stupid white and red uniform could see Aiden scrabbling for purchase on the cold, hard glass, could hear Aiden groaning in pleasure nearly every time Jordi touched him, and would no doubt be watching when Jordi made Aiden come for the second time that night.
The pleasure was building up slowly inside of him, and Aiden knew that it would only be a matter of time until he couldn't hold it back. Every single one of Jordi's thrusts had been bringing him closer to the edge. Now that the other man had changed angles the pleasure had only increased.
"Pearce," Jordi muttered, mostly against the skin on Aiden's back. "Oh fuck… Pearce."
It wasn't the taunting or demanding that Aiden had realized he had been craving earlier, but it was something. Jordi's voice alone was enough to heighten Aiden's pleasure. Aiden wasn't sure what that meant, but it couldn't possibly be anything good.
"Oh god Pearce," Jordi continued to moan and whisper. "Fuck… I'm so close."
And Aiden was getting closer.
"You're so… fucking… ah…"
Aiden wondered what Jordi had been about to say, but only for a moment, because Jordi moved one of his hands then, wrapping it around Aiden's erection and giving it a few haphazard tugs.
It was all that Aiden needed. After only a few strokes Aiden was losing it, tumbling over the edge with a scream. Behind him Jordi's thrusts grew erratic. They came barely seconds apart, Aiden's come splattering all over the glass cabinet and Jordi coming deep inside of Aiden.
"Oh fuck…" Jordi muttered as he lay mostly on top of Aiden. "Oh fuuuuckkk…"
Aiden lay there, slightly annoyed. The sex had been good, but he had not cum nearly as hard as he would have liked, or as hard as he was used to coming when with Jordi. It just hadn't been enough. He stared down at the baseball cards, knowing that it was completely their fault.
"Aiden," Jordi muttered, before pressing a long but simple kiss to the bare skin of Aiden's shoulder.
As soon as the other man was done Aiden pushed himself up off the glass cabinet. Jordi moved back, although he seemed rather reluctant to do so, his fingertips lingering on the skin of Aiden's back for a few seconds after the rest of him had left. Aiden pulled up his pants, and did up the zip of his fly if not the button on top of it, and then turned his attention back to three cards resting nearby him.
Aiden stared down at the glass cabinet, which was now splattered with his own cum, and sneered. Something about the whole situation; the fact that the cards behind that glass had deprived him of some of the most pleasurable sex he had ever enjoyed (or at least lessened said pleasure), the knowledge of exactly how high a price had needed to be paid for Petersen to get his greedy little mitts on some of these cards, hell, even the sight of his own seed streaked across the glass; it all served to piss him off far more than it should have.
He grabbed his stun baton from where it lay on the floor nearby, along with half of his clothing, picked it up and immediately brought it down on top of the glass cabinet. The glass shattered into a thousand pieces that flew all around the room and rained down on the three cards that had been trapped within.
"Holy shit," Jordi said from where he stood nearby, still partially naked himself and sounding as though he very much approved of Aiden's current behavior.
Aiden reached into the display cabinet and pulled the central card out from its perfect position in the now smashed cabinet.
"You know, not complaining or anything," Jordi muttered, "but that thing wasn't even locked. You wanted those things you could have just lifted the glass up rather than smashing it."
Aiden flicked some glass and what he suspected might have been a single drop of his cum off the card and held it up triumphantly.
"I thought we were destroying everything," he said.
The card in his hand was the one that had been staring at Aiden so brazenly as Jordi had been fucking him into the cabinet, and it needed to pay. Jordi stared at Aiden with wide eyes and obvious fascination on his face as Aiden brought the offending card up to his mouth and gripped one corner of it between his teeth.
He wrenched the card as hard as he could, his mouth and hand quickly tearing it into two. Aiden let half of the card fall from his hand and spat the other half onto the ground. He then reached into the cabinet and grabbed the two remaining cards, tearing them both into several pieces with his hand alone and soon reducing them to little more than a few small scraps of card, which he let fall to the floor.
"Holy shit," Jordi laughed, having watched Aiden's whole display extremely closely. "I don't know shit about these things Aiden, but you know those things are worth a lot, right? You probably just destroyed thousands, maybe even millions of dollars' worth of stupid baseball crap."
Aiden shrugged.
"I was always more of a hockey guy anyway," he said.
Jordi laughed in response to that. He strode over to Aiden, stepping over the remains of the three cards as he did, his expensive shoes meaning that the shards of glass that lay on the ground near them didn't bother him one bit.
He moved a little closer to Aiden, wrapping his arms loosely around the other man's waist and bringing their bodies closer together.
"Jesus Christ Pearce," he said, shaking his head. "You can be such a fucking dork sometimes."
Aiden was about to object, but before he could he found that his mouth was already occupied, Jordi having leaned in to claim Aiden's lips in a slow, searing kiss.
It took a moment for Aiden to respond to the surprisingly romantic gesture, but eventually he let his arms fall loosely around Jordi's shoulders. The fixer's tongue started to plunder Aiden's mouth as soon as Aiden allowed him access. Jordi's mouth still tasted like peppermint.
Jordi backed him up against the glass cabinet once more, Aiden letting out a pleased groan as he did. He was so wrapped up in the feeling of Jordi's mouth on his own that it took him a while to realize that he had been guided into a less than ideal position. In fact it wasn't until he felt a sharp pain in his lower back that he remembered the glass of the cabinet had been completely smashed.
He pushed Jordi off. The fixer looked confused for all of a moment, but Aiden didn't bother explaining. Instead he reached around and pressed a hand to his back, cursing beneath his breath when it came away covered in blood.
"Ah, shit," Jordi cursed.
The fixer moved and gently prompted Aiden to turn around, inspecting the cut on Aiden's back himself.
"Sorry," he muttered. "Should have seen that one coming. Doesn't look too bad though; pretty shallow and no longer than an inch long. Still, that one's on me."
"We should probably move," Aiden commented.
"What? You don't want to tend to that scratch first?"
It couldn't have been a very big scratch. After all, it didn't feel bad and Aiden was sure Jordi's reaction would have been far more severe if he was actually bleeding all over the place.
Instead of giving Jordi an actual reply Aiden threw his arms around Jordi's shoulders and began to kiss him again. Jordi responded eagerly, although Aiden noticed that Jordi faltered a bit as he placed his hands on Aiden's bare back, clearly not wanting to disturb the fresh cut.
Jordi slowly backed up towards the nearest free stretch of wall, bringing Aiden with him. Before too long Aiden was pressing the fixer up against the wall, their mouths locked together and their tongues busily exploring one another's mouths.
Aiden's cock had yet to harden once more, but he didn't mind. This; just making out with Jordi like they were nothing more than a couple of horny teenagers? This was nice; satisfying in a way that their session against the glass cabinet hadn't been, and Aiden sighed happily as he leaned in to Jordi, their bare chests pressing against one another. Aiden hadn't realized until that moment how much he actually liked the taste of peppermint, and chased after it hungrily.
Jordi's hands roamed over Aiden's back, as gentle and careful as Aiden suspected Jordi knew how to be, always avoiding the fresh cut on Aiden's back and not, at least for the time being, attempting to pursue anything more sexual than simple caresses. There would be time enough later for another round of sex. They both seemed to understand that. For now, this sort of intimacy would be enough.
Aiden had let himself get lost in Jordi's kisses and caresses for quite a while when they both felt and heard Aiden's phone go off again. They pulled back from the kiss for a moment, both of them looking down at the offending tech in Aiden's pocket.
"Shit," Aiden muttered as he reached in and pulled the phone out. After the last alert he would have to be a fool to ignore it. "Sorry."
Some cops had just pulled up in front of Petersen's house, and in Aiden's opinion their timing could not have been worse.
Even as he stared at the alert on his phone Aiden realized he could hear two cops talking to each other at the front of the house. Their words were completely muffled thanks to the walls that lay between them and the vault, but the sound of car doors closing behind them was not.
"Chicago PD," Aiden informed Jordi.
"Shit," Jordi whispered, echoing Aiden's sentiment. "We should probably leave before they find the bodies in the living room this time."
Aiden nodded his agreement.
"Or," Jordi whispered as he picked up his shirt from off the floor. "We could just kill them too."
"Jordi!" Aiden hissed through clenched teeth. "Haven't you already killed enough people in this house?"
Jordi rolled his eyes at Aiden but conceded pretty quickly regardless, and before long the two of them were both frantically trying to get dressed once more and to gather their belongings.
Luckily the police didn't seem to be in any real hurry. Aiden caught only a few snatches of conversation, in between shrugging on his jacket and making sure he hadn't left any of his belongings lying on the floor beneath a pile of baseball cards, and it sounded very much like the two police offers hadn't taken the alert they had received from Umeni security seriously and weren't expecting to find anything at all.
Boy, were they going to be in for a surprise.
After a brief conversation mostly devoid of actual words and more reliant on frantic hand gestures and pointed eye-movements, Jordi and Aiden decided to leave the house via the back door and the house's very small backyard.
They heard the front door being pushed open right as they closed the back one.
"What the fuck!?" one of the cops yelled, and then Aiden and Jordi were both running through the backyard and climbing over the back fence as fast as they possibly could.
Together they climbed and ran until they were into the next street and well and truly away from the police. Behind them Aiden heard a police siren start up, and wondered for a moment whether he and Jordi might need to start running some more. Hell, perhaps he should have just let Jordi kill the two cops after all. What were two dead CPD officers compared to some of the carnage they had both committed?
Well, usually Aiden's carnage at least was tied to something more important than a hook-up that had just managed to go disastrously wrong.
It hadn't been that bad though, had it? Well, admittedly one man had actually died and most people would probably say that immediately meant that yes, something had gone disastrously wrong, and Aiden's second orgasm had been less than stunning but Aiden had enjoyed the rest of it, or well… most of it at least.
Aiden gasped as the next leap caused his body to remind him of the gash on his back that he had all but forgotten about until that moment.
"Damn it," Jordi muttered as they landed right in the middle of someone's petunias, "I'm going to have to abandon that car."
Aiden thought of the station wagon that Jordi had shown up in. It didn't seem like that much of a loss to him.
"You're actually worried about that thing?" he asked as the two of them started to walk in a seemingly random direction that offered nothing except the prospect of being further away from the sirens and the dead bodies.
"It had sentimental value," Jordi protested.
"Of course it did," Aiden said, rolling his eyes and making sure that Jordi could see him do it. "How long have you had this one for?"
"A few days," Jordi admitted. "But it had a lot of character and I actually sort of paid for this one."
'Sort of paid.' Aiden knew Jordi's usual methods, and some of his contacts as well. Jordi might have paid for the piece of shit they had driven in, but he certainly hadn't acquired it through legal channels.
The two of them continued to walk. At first Aiden assumed they would just continue on foot until they spotted a suitable car to steal, and yet they both walked past easily a dozen vehicles that would be both relatively easy to steal and much better than the piece of shit Jordi had abandoned back at the house.
Jordi chattered away about everything and nothing and Aiden barely saying anything at all. It was strangely comfortable in a way.
Their feet ended up taking them up into the hills, where houses, streets and cars grew slightly more sparse and still continued on. If Jordi had any particular destination in mind then he certainly hadn't told Aiden as much. They ended up on top of a hill that was relatively free of trees and which gave them an excellent view of the surrounding area.
"Well, this seems nice enough," Jordi declared, before sitting down on a seemingly random patch of ground.
The first signs of dawn were starting to make themselves known on the horizon, twilight slowly reaching out to cover suburban Chicago. Aiden considered the glowing light in the east, and then the man sitting on the ground nearby him.
"What are we doing here Jordi?" he asked the fixer.
Jordi shrugged.
Aiden wasn't sure whether it was comforting or not to know that Jordi seemed to have no more of an idea of what they were doing than Aiden did. Aiden considered heading off by himself, but instead he ended up sitting down on the ground beside Jordi. The grass was cold and damp with condensation, but Aiden's jacket kept out most of it.
"You know we left a real mess back there, right?" Jordi eventually asked.
Aiden cringed. The fixer had a point.
"A lot of DNA…" Jordi continued. "I don't like it. I'm used to cleaning things up properly, you know what I'm saying here Pearce?"
"We left in a hurry," Aiden said. "Not much that we could do."
"Yeah. Sure," Jordi said. He did not sound convinced.
"Hey, do I need to remind you that this whole thing was your idea?" Aiden snapped.
"No, no," Jordi said, tearing off a long piece of grass in front of him and slowly tearing it to shreds. "I get it. I'm not fucking blaming anybody Pearce. I'm just annoyed by it. It's not like me to be so sloppy."
"It's not like either of us," Aiden pointed out.
Jordi had a point. They had been sloppy, first with the security guard and then with their retreat from the police. Their little arrangement was already making fools out of both of them. This was just one of the many reasons why Aiden had initially thought that a relationship with Jordi would be stupid, no matter how much emotional distance they had managed to maintain between them.
"I'll hack into the CPD database in a couple of days and make sure all of the CSI files are wiped," Aiden eventually offered. "They'll probably be able to spot my digital signature if they actually give enough of a shit to check it out; it's infamous enough these days, but at least you won't be connected to this at all."
Jordi leaned back, attempting to make himself comfortable on the cold, wet ground, and stared over at the rapidly lightening horizon.
Aiden tried to do the same. It was difficult to relax though. When he looked down at the small, winding streets they had just escaped from, he could still see the flashing blue and red lights of a police car, and wondered if it was the one that had been called to investigate Petersen's house.
He was hyper-aware of the man sitting next to him as well. When he sniffed the air around them he made out not only the scent of clover and dew, but the sweet, musky smell of Jordi's expensive cologne, and the faint, bitter stench of sex that clung to them both. He found himself shuffling closer to the other man, not close enough that they were touching, but close enough that he could sense the other man's warmth.
For a while neither of them said anything. They just sat there side by side, watching the sky change from black to grey-blue to gold. Aiden realized it had been a long time since he had allowed himself to just sit back and admire something beautiful like this. It seemed more than a little strange that he was doing it with Jordi Chin of all people.
"What the fuck are we doing here Pearce?" Jordi eventually asked, not taking his eyes away from the now brilliant horizon.
"Don't ask me," Aiden replied. "I just followed you."
Jordi let out a long loud sigh and let the tiny pieces of torn grass he had held between his fingers fall to the ground beside him.
"It's probably safe for us to leave now," Jordi said. "You can make your own way home, right?"
"Of course," Aiden replied.
Neither of them moved. They just continued to sit there in silence, both staring out at the sun as it rose over the city.
"You know," Jordi began to speak again. "It's been such a long fucking time since I just sat there and watched the sun rise or any sort of shit like this."
"Yeah," Aiden said. "Me either."
The discovery that he and Jordi had been thinking very similar things should not have been a pleasant one, but nevertheless it made Aiden smile.
"It's nice," Jordi conceded.
They fell into silence once more. Aiden wasn't sure whether it had just been him slowly inching closer to Jordi as they sat or whether Jordi had been doing the same thing, but soon their sides were pressed against one another. It wasn't a particularly cold morning, which was to say that they didn't need to press together for warmth. The touch, like the sunrise in front of them and the distant call of birdsong was just… well… nice.
"You know what would make this absolutely fucking perfect?" Jordi asked.
Aiden didn't answer. He knew that Jordi would continue whether or not he actually said anything. Instead he just smiled as he watched Jordi gesture, his hands flying around with their usual theatrical flourish.
"Mushrooms," Jordi announced with a smile.
"Magic ones?" Aiden asked.
"Yeah, of course magic ones. Assuming you mean fucking drugs and not… shit, I don't know. What the fuck is that enhanced reality game you fucking play with the mushrooms where you're bouncing around all over the place?"
"Psychedelic?" Aiden asked. "Actually that's flowers."
"Yeah, whatever you fucking nerd," Jordi said, a surprisingly fond smile on his face despite the insult. "The point is, yeah, I was talking about drugs."
"I didn't know you did that sort of thing," Aiden commented. Considering Jordi's criminal background Aiden probably shouldn't have been surprised, but Jordi always seemed so focused when he was on the job.
"I used to," Jordi explained. "Don't anymore. That stuff can really mess you up. Nothing worse than a head full of butterflies when you're trying to put a bullet in between the eyes of some bastard on the other side of the river. You have to keep a steady hand in my line of work. No, I'm afraid I don't do anything anymore except alcohol, and even that is in relatively small amounts, especially compared to what I hear you can put away."
Aiden decided not to get riled up over that particular stab at his bad habits.
"Champagne could make this pretty nice too," Aiden offered instead.
"Yeah, I guess it would," Jordi agreed. "You know, I would suggest that the two of us go and get breakfast together, but…"
He shrugged.
"There's a place not far from here that does good pancakes," Aiden offered.
Jordi scoffed at that suggestion.
"What have you got against pancakes?" Aiden asked the other man.
"I have nothing against pancakes," the fixer replied. "Getting pancakes with you however…"
"What?" Aiden said, frowning at the other man.
"Well, this is just sex right?" Jordi asked, and if Aiden didn't know any better than he would have thought that Jordi wasn't actually sure of the answer to that question himself. "Are we really the sort of couple that would go and get pancakes together?"
Jordi had used the word 'couple' which was weird. Aiden wasn't sure how he felt about that.
"I don't know," he replied, completely honestly. "Are we?"
Jordi apparently didn't have an answer for that. Aiden wasn't sure why getting pancakes together that morning should feel any different than ordering pizza during that night in the penthouse had. It did though, and Aiden wasn't entirely sure why.
He didn't say anything though; just turned his attention away from the sunrise and towards the man sitting on the hill beside him. There was a red mark on Jordi's neck where Aiden had gotten a little too eager with his teeth, and Aiden knew his nails had left faint red lines all down Jordi's back.
It was quite a long time before either of them spoke again.
It was over an hour before either of them got to their feet. In that time Aiden had moved to rest his head on Jordi's shoulder. Surprisingly Jordi hadn't complained, and after a while Aiden had felt one of Jordi's arms move to wrap loosely around Aiden's waist.
Eventually Jordi's stomach started to complain loudly and he got to his feet, pausing to stretch his arms above his head. Aiden immediately missed the other man's warmth.
"Well Pearce," Jordi said. "It's been fun, but I've got a client to check in with."
For a moment Aiden considered suggesting again that they get breakfast together. He was pretty hungry and Jordi was as well if the noises his stomach had been making were any indication. He understood now though. It was too fond a gesture, intimate in a way that having sex wasn't. Getting pancakes would feel like a date, like the sort of morning after thing that a couple would do. Jordi had used the word earlier, but that didn't mean that they were one; not really.
"You'll take care of the evidence," Jordi continued, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the streets they had come from as he did. "Right?"
"Of course," Aiden replied.
Aiden stretched his legs out. He had been curled up with Jordi for so long that they had gone numb in spots.
"All right," Jordi said. "Well, I'll be seeing you Pearce."
And with that Jordi was leaving.
Aiden turned around to watch him walk off. The last tinges of gold had almost disappeared from the sunrise, but there was still something beautiful about the way it lit Jordi's hair and suit. Aiden spotted a few dark smudges on the other man's rear and trouser legs; dirt from their unexpected sunrise viewing, and found himself chuckling softly at the sight. He wondered how annoyed Jordi was going to be when he spotted the stains on his undoubtedly expensive suit.
For a moment Aiden considered calling out. He wasn't sure what he intended to say; whether he would let Jordi know about the stains on his pants or whether he would just beg Jordi to stay with him a little longer, but suddenly the fact that the other man was walking away from him was almost too much to bear.
Aiden wanted him to stay. He longed for one more taste of peppermint on Jordi's lips.
Aiden froze, any words that he might have used to call out after Jordi dying on his tongue as he recognized the fond feelings in his heart for what they were.
He knew that he had terrible taste in men. If his previous relationship with Damien Brenks had not proven that then the fact that he had willingly slept with Jordi Chin not only once, but three times now, and had every intention of doing so again certainly did.
The man was a violent psychopath, unpredictable, unstable and more than that, a constant source of irritation. And yet, Aiden could not stop thinking about the other man's touches, about how nice it had been to just sit there and watch the sunrise with him, about how warm and comfortable the other man's arms and shoulder had been, about how dark Jordi's eyes were when they looked at Aiden while they were making love… No, not making love. He and Jordi fucked. There was no love-making happening. Absolutely no love-making.
And Aiden wasn't in love. He was just unexpectedly attached to the man that he was having sex with and didn't want him to leave because, well… because falling in love with Jordi would be the worst possible thing that he could ever conceivably do with his life; the stupidest, most ridiculous…
"Oh fuck no…" Aiden muttered as he brought up his hand to cover the lower half of his face. "You idiot."
He must be the stupidest person in all of Chicago, because he had actually fallen in love with Jordi Chin.